All of these bodies rubbing against each other.
Sweat pours out of every possible orifice. The room
is spinning and won’t stop. The smell of cheap
perfume and the sight of fist pumps cloud my senses.
A flash of a smile, a hint of inebriation. Thanks for
coming, I holler in her ear over DJ Lobiz. Arm on my
shoulder she asks me to dance. I have no moves,
but I appreciate the offer – thanks.
I see DJ Fid on the far side of the room. It seems
I know everyone here. “Hold ‘em off” trails
behind him as he makes his way to the fridge.
Dj’s gotta get girls too, he yells into my newly wrecked ears.
I make my way back to the keg, my seat now
taken by a very relaxed brother. We yell at each
other: Aeπ! Brothers for life! I get my chair back
and elevate my leg. Slowly, the party animals come and go.